40: A Dead Flower Can’t Come Back to Life

A Dead Flower Can’t Come Back to Life

Ye Niannian's face turned dark as he uncontrollably raised his voice, "It's big brother, big brother big brother!!!" 1

Ye Sang was scared and wailed. She pouted and yelled even louder than him, "Waah!! Big brodda it is then, why are you screaming at me!!" 

Duan Jinyan and the puppy stared.

It was obvious that the pronunciation was too hard for this child here. 

Look how wronged she felt. 

Ye Niannian's 'little girl' suddenly cried, and his head started to hurt from her sticky voice before he could even feel the sense of accomplishment. 

He thought, girls are so finicky. 

Duan Jinyan grimaced. 

Great. 

The first one stopped crying and the second one started. 

He had always been surrounded by tigers and wolves and he could handle those people like a fish in the water, yet he never felt as frustrated as now. 

"Ye Sang?" The boy tilted his face and wiped off her tears with a finger, smiling slightly with his lips curved upwards, "There are quite a few influential families in the imperial capital, I've never heard of another family with Ye as their surname other than Ye Niannian's family." 

"Either you've taken your mother's surname, or…" Duan Jinyan paused his lazy voice and curved his pretty phoenix-like eyes upwards, "...or you are from an unknown small family." 

The boy looked at her, "Little sister, which one are you?"

His extremely charming and delicate eyes studied Ye Sang as if he was judging the value of an object. 

It was undeniable that Duan Jinyan was extremely similar to her evil daddies. 

They all viewed benefits to be the most important thing and they were all merciless. 

Duan Jinyan had lived in a dark and gloomy environment since he was young, he was the worst out of all. 

Normal children would probably freak out and be too afraid to speak in front of Duan Jinyan. 

But is Ye Sang a normal child? 

She dared to pull the hairs on those devils, there was no way she could be intimidated by this cheap brother. 

Regardless of how she felt, she decided to keep crying. 

She knew it didn't matter that she cried, but she evilly didn't want Ye Niannian to be happy either. 

Ye Sang pointed at the flower crown's 'corpse' and sobbed, "It's dead!" 

Ye Niannian, who was perfectly fine now, waved his hand carelessly, "I'll just have my maid make me another one." 

The little thing tilted her face upwards and argued earnestly, "But…" 

"It won't be the same flower anymore." 

"..." Ye Niannian's careless expressions froze. 

The bad feeling in Duan Jinyan's heart grew even stronger. 

Ye Sang kept her face tilted and continued to sob, "Daddy said… what's dead is dead, dead flowers can't come back to life again." 

"..." Ye Niannian looked down at the poor flower 'corpse'. 

He recalled that it was a delicate flower crown a moment ago but Duan Jinyan had ruined it like this. With Ye Sang's theory that "dead flowers can't come back to life", the boy was suddenly drowned in sorrow once again. He immediately wailed in grievance and despair. 

The two children's cryings almost flipped the back mountain up-side-down. 

Duan Jinyan smiled as he watched the children. His hand leisurely reached into the pocket of his black trench coat and his pale fingers lightly pinched a tiny but sharp blade. 

"...yo, who's crying so pitifully?" 

"Tell uncle, who bullied you two?"

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